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Perseverance.I could offer countless stories of people who have succeeded in life because they had that skill. But I won’t.For example, I could have told you about J.K. Rowling, a broke, divorced mother who bashed out the first Harry Potter story on an old manual typewriter, and had her manuscript rejected by 12 publishers before being accepted by one who nevertheless warned her there was no money in children’s books.But I won’t.I could have told you about Ethiopian Abebe Bikila, son of a shepherd, who won back-to-back Olympic marathons in the Sixties, became a quadriplegic after a car accident, and returned to international sports as an archer.But I won’t.I could have told you about Mr Bean actor Rowan Atkinson or comedian Wayne Brady, both of whom had serious stuttering problems as children and used the stage as a way to overcome them.But I won’t.I could have told you about Nick Vujicic, born without arms and legs, but whose motivational speeches attract stadium-sized crowds and give hope to those living with disabilities.But I won’t.Instead, I’ll tell you to take a good, close look at your own life and the challenges that came up along the way.Of the time when you were five, and the simple act of tying your shoelaces made you frustrated. When you eventually figured it out, it wasn’t because you were talented. It was because you persisted (or your parents encouraged you to) until you got it right.Or the time you were in school and had to learn a new language, and it seemed unthinkable you would ever be able to speak it with any degree of fluency. But you stuck with it, and you did.Or the time you fell in love and thought the girl or guy of your dreams might be impossible to get. But you wooed them anyway, and you did.Or the time when the love ran out and the relationship appeared to be drifting aimlessly, until you consciously decided to work on making things better. And they did.Or the time you continued to send out job applications, despite the sinking feeling that came with every rejection letter or no letter at all. Until one company called you in.Or the time you started work at a new place and had this horrid feeling you’d be shown up as a fake because you had no clue of what needed to be done. Until you figured it all out.Or the time you tried to get started in a business of your own, and kept failing at it, until you found a way to steady the ship and power ahead.Or the time you decided to take up something new, like woodworking or web coding, and you couldn’t but be disheartened at how hard it was. But you persevered, and now looking back, it surprises you at how far you’ve come.Talent is a nice thing to have. It’ll take you far. But to get to where you really want to, that takes perseverance.

Honestly I would not and not just because it is cheating. If your child cannot manage the letter and essay etc on their own then it is likely that they will struggle in these schools. Everyone in these schools did well in classes but some of us will have to end up below average. That can be traumatizing and having your parent hire a consultant for you might make your child think that the most important thing in the world to you is that they succeed in these elite schools.I do not know about the other schools but MIT has a suicide rate and it is often tied at least partially to grades. I thought it was sad even when I was in school. Now I know it is tragic that a brilliant child with a great future kills themselves over grades in an elite school. You never want your kid to get the message that you want them to succeed in these academic terms more than anything else. Those parents who lost their kids would give anything in the world to have them go to an easier school cruise through and go on to have a happier life. It is never just one thing in these cases but it is not a good message to send.

Growing up I had this uncle. He was my favorite for years. He was all tatted up with naked women, dragons and the like. His motorcycle was so much fun to ride on! Yet, he had the most gentle soul. My family at the time lived in a small town next to Yellowstone whereas he lived in Wisconsin. Because of the distance (and us being too poor to vacation much) we only got to see him once every few years, but when we did it was incredible. No matter what we wanted to do, even if it was “girly", he was there with us.We went to a large Christmas party one year and he brought his best friend. My parents hated this man that was suddenly there. After that party, we rarely saw our uncle Todd again.We grew up knowing uncle Todd was married to my moms best friend for a few years and divorced her because he “left the side of God”. We never knew what that meant or why our mom wouldn't answer questions about her brother.Then our world came crashing down. I had known for a few years that he abused drugs. The last time I saw him he told all of his nieces and nephews (those that were old enough) about his struggles. He made us all promise him that we would never go down that path. Most of us kept that promise for years. He said, “if you all swear to me that you'll never do drugs, I'll stop doing drugs.” We didn't know that he broke his promises until May 23, 2012 when he overdosed with his drug dealer and died. At first we thought that man was the dealer when my mom finally came clean. Uncle Todd was gay and Mike was his long term boyfriend. He was the one that tried to get my uncle clean. For years he succeeded, but Todd relapsed. We cried for days at his sudden departure, I'm crying now while writing this. None of us kids knew him being a drug addict and gay was the reason he stopped coming over. We weren't allowed to call him anymore after that party. I wasn't heartbroken, but definitely confused. He was our uncle! Our favorite uncle who watched barbie movies when my younger sisters begged him. He played tea party and convinced my brothers and male cousins to join us. He took time off his busy day to play, love us and tell us how proud he was. Now I know why he did that so often. I think he knew he would die young and wanted to make it up to us when he could.The day he died everything made sense. Why my parents avoided talking about him. Why we were suddenly forbidden to even receive birthday cards from him or phone calls. My parents still are homophobic. Until that day, my grandparents were too.As a young teen, I didn't know why my parents kept it a secret, but it explains so much as to why specific kids in the family were drawn to him. All of us closest came out of the closet. Myself, my aunt Jeannine (Todd and my moms baby sister), Zondra (cousin), Eli (cousin), Chris (cousin), Luke (oldest cousin), Alexis (my baby sister) and several others didn't figure out why we were so close to him. We are all LGBT and everything finally makes sense. My parents kinda knew we were all like him and they didn't want our uncle to influence us.That day changed everything. Not only are most of us openly gay/ bi/ trans, but we also have uncle Mike. He is the closest thing that we have to Todd. He loved Mike so much that he was willing to sacrifice his family. Uncle Mike is now a part of family events and is always welcomed. He now sends us birthday cards and keeps in touch. When I graduated high school he sent me a letter that Todd wrote to me just in case he couldn't make it to my celebration. I cherish that letter and the few pictures I have of him. I'm planning on getting a pinup girl tattoo in honor of him (it was his favorite tattoo).Everything he was and did my family continues to hate. I wish my parents were more accepting. I would have more memories of him, more time. He was a good man that deserved better than us, but that didn't stop his love.Eventually I'll talk about what his death did to the family and how it changed me for the better, but right now it's too painful to think about.Uncle Todd, if you're out there in the universe, I'm so so sorry for listening to my parents. I miss you so much and I hope you're finally at peace. ❤From left to right: My grandma Gerri, uncle Mike, uncle Todd, Zondra (baby cousin) and me at the Christmas party.Edit 1/12:Thank you all for the love and support! There are days that my heart breaks for Todd, but most days I'm overjoyed about the impact he's had in my life. He was the bravest man I knew (he was a pro skydiver, literally a daredevil 🤣). I emulated that part of him in every aspect I could. He'll live forever in me and hopefully a small piece of his story will help you along your journey.